The Cecil Whig., 1887-12-31
WOOlNG AND WINNING.

was sent out on a mis- ION to-Well,
no matter where, he went as a bach
elor, but everybody else in the pious
little corner Of the colony was mar
ried.
One day, after dinner, the Rever-
end Henry sat him down in a large
armchair, and deliberated as follows:
MY work is here. ! need a wife to
help me in it. Is there any one who
knows me could be induced to come
out and share my tortunes-any one
| could love? l am forty. People
know me tavorably. IN not poor"
Suddenly a face aro.e before him;
he had ony seen it few times, but
it impressed him.
Miss Lilly Webb-what a pretty
girl she was! He had been asked
to dine by Mr.. Webb, her father,
when he exchanged pulpits with the
minister of the church they attended
And he had found out that they were
Old friends.
Li.lv's aunt was his first love, and
they had quarreled and parted. HIS
heart gave leap when he first saw
Lily. She looked very like like her
aunt.
She Las said she would like to he
a missionary, and he fancied that she
was interested in his remarks.
Well, ne could but try. No one
else seemed to touch his heart in the
least
He got out of his letter-case a
miniature OF that first Miss Lilly
Webb, painted twenty years before,
and looked at it.
"She was prettier than her niece
he said to himself.
Ard he wondered whether she was
married, and to whom. OF course
she was married. He would h We
heard of her death.
He sat down and wrote carefully,
sedately, yet not without expression
of emotion.
He told her that her face was al
ways in his memory; that her pleas
ure in the work he had devoted him
self to made him hope she would not
think him unsuitable; and he asked
her if she could not find him agree
able enough to think of as a hus-
band.
He ADDRESSED this note to Miss
Lilly Webb, and sent it by the next
mail steamer, and waited for the an
swer. 1t came, and this was all:
Your letter naturally surprised
ne very much; but who is not pleas
ed TO be remembered | certainly
like the work you like, but let us
make no mistake. After we have
corresponded for awhile, you may ask
me that last question again, if you
by that time desire to do, but at
present | promise nothing.
LILLY WEBB.'
at is a most sensible letter for a
young girl to write" thought Mr..
Dove, and felt pleased at this ar
ragement. The correspondence be-
gan, and proved most interesting.
Finally he wrote once more. This
time the reply was an acceptance, and
in the letter Lilly said, Mrs. Hatton
sends her love
Mrs. Hatton was, Mr.. Dove de
cided, his old sweetheart. In his
next he asked, as Mrs. Hatton's first
name Lilly?"
And received an affirmative reply.
And so she sent her lovc
The Rev. Henry Dove was quite
alone, and he bent oyer and kissed
the words, and a tear fell upon them.
"Ah! there's nothing, after all.
like first love" he said.
But now his young betrothed was
coming to him. She would leave
home under the care of an old
clergyman's wife, who had been
back to visit her children, and they
would be married on her arrival.
He looked very often at his old
miniature, now telling himself that
it was because she was so like her
niece, his future wife-so like-so
very like. That was why he kissed
it, of course-not for the sake OF old
memories now.
At last there we. no more letters,
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after storm that shipwreckee many
vessels, Mr.. Dove knew that in the
vessel lying just little way from the
shore his lady-love awaited him; and
knew, too, that he was not 1aptur
ously happy, only content, though
it was really sacrifice that this girl
had made for him.
He went out in one of the boats
that went to meet the passengers, and
a lady in gray stood with her veil
over her face, looking about her.
He knew the figure.
"LilIy,' he said, this is so good
OF you dear
The cool of the day had come,
and they walked arm in arm towards
the mission house together.
Then she said, ''How strange it
is"
The place?' he asked.
81 did not mean that. That l
should he here-on your arm. !
mover thought such thing could be.
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